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Using all my strength, I pushed myself on my feet and hurled my body at Callum.
“Stay away!” Callum bellowed, lashing out with the knife at me.
The weapon cut across my face, making me stumble backward. One of the men surrounding us kicked me behind the knees, sending me to the ground.
The night rang out with my brother’s screams as Callum carved his face. Blood coated the maniac’s hands as he smiled. Yakim’s tortured shrieks had absolutely no effect on him.
Sobs escaped me as I flailed on the ground helplessly.
I glanced toward Mikhail. He lay too still and silent. Yakim’s screams should’ve at least made him look.
Pain and anxiety swirled inside me. Were we all going to die tonight?
Callum Baldwin was a monster.
Yakim’s limp body fell beside me with a thud. He barely moved while Callum wiped his knife on Mikhail’s unmoving body.
“Dump these kids somewhere,” Callum instructed in a tone that suggested he was talking about trash.
Maybe that’s what we were to him. Trash.
Did Lucia think so as well? Was her angelic face just a façade that hid a monster underneath it?
It hurt to think she didn’t care enough about us to at least spare us our lives. She could beg her brother but she wasn’t even here.
The men moved forward and hauled our beaten, broken bodies. They threw us in the back of a van and drove out through the front gates of the school campus without drawing any attention from the drunk teens loitering the grounds.
No one in the world would what know happened to us. I didn’t know where they were going to dump us but I was sure it wasn’t going to be at a hospital.
This was what it meant to be an assassin.
Death never came easy if you were caught.
And if you died during a mission, you’d be buried namelessly without anyone acknowledging your existence.
We’d been thrown out into the streets to learn this very lesson.
The van seemed to drive for an eternity before stopping.
My brothers didn’t move or make a sound. I was the only one still conscious enough to witness the horror of what was about to happen to us next.
A putrid smell assaulted my senses when someone opened the back of the van. I let someone haul my injured body and throw me among a pile of rubbish.
Two heavy thuds sounded next to me, telling me they were done dumping my brothers’ bodies as well.
I slowly opened my eye.
Mountains of rubbish surrounded us. The stench wafting into my nostrils smelled like death and ruin.
A bitter chuckle escaped me. They’d brought us to a garbage dump.
A moment later, the screeching of tires against soft filth reached my ears. The van drove away, leaving us behind to rot among the piles of rubbish surrounding us.
Was this the end of the Volkov brothers?
Lucia and Callum better hope that it was because if we survived, we’d make sure to make them pay a hundred-fold, no... a thousand-fold of the pain they made us suffer tonight.
There was no higher crime in our dark world than betrayal. Hurt as it may, Lucia would have to pay the price someday.
